Saturday, July 08, 2006

Things I Seem To Be Obsessing About

There is a quite a distance between where I live and where I need to be on most days. My church is 87 miles away (one way), my daughter lives on the Biola U Campus, also about 87 miles away and my son stays with his Dad ninety miles from our spread in the wilderness. And I mean, wilderness.

So what am I obsessing about? People wanting to run me over on those separated-by-a-thin-white-line speedways we lovingly call freeways and the NASCAR phenoms that drive there. I can't seem to get anywhere safely.

I'm not sure anymore but last I checked the speed limit was 65mph not 85mph. How shall I get this message out? There's an angel flying close by (no doubt about it) because I have no idea why it is I am still alive.

My other obsession seems to be trying to keep my family together. This also is not working. Even the internet has failed us. Ah, I don't blame them.

Take cousin, Saskia, for instance. She has adorable baby twin boys and not enough hours in the day to take care of them. Jesse, I believe is very sick. Saskia (isn't that a beautiful name) called me from down under and said "It's not fair. I don't even know your kids and you are missing the lives of mine." Sigh. Sadness.

However, once upon a time we were all happy in Holland. Some moved to the USA, got very rich and left us in the cold. But we all learned wealth don't buy happiness. Then a few of the families moved together to Australia where cousins were closer than sisters and the Socceroos almost made it out of the second round. That was a footnote or afterthought. But we were split up in '76. And here I am in the middle of the desert somewhere in Southern Cal. What am I to do with those buffaloes, zebras and sun stroked dogs.

Where is my family?!! You know, I've got a wicked plan. If you all don't come and post on this site well . . . I'm just gonna have to post our baby pictures.

Here's a memory, since my son and I are obsessed with learning Dutch. Actually I speak it but don't write it. Come on, girls, if this don't bring a tear and a smile . . .

Wei geloven in rood, wit and blauw
En wei marcheren voor

Rood is the bloet van de Heilant

(Someone fill in the rest, okay? Okay.)

2 comments:

Dirty Butter said...

So this is fiction?? I've read through quite a few of your posts, but I'm really having trouble telling the difference between the fiction and non fiction posts. I know you put non-fiction on certain ones, but the others sound real, too. What's going on???

Please explain more fully, please.

I came here from BLOG VILLAGE.

The GateKeeper said...

You know, you're right. I kinda lost myself here. When I journal I forget to put non-fiction beside the post and so on. Arggh. I'll be more careful, though, I can't promise my brain will keep up. What's the deal with the name dirty butter btw?

 
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